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“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?”Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”“Man leave her alone man.” Hunter laughed, pushing Joe backwards on the couch. Joe and Zahn were both sitting on the three seater with another girl between them. On the two seater, there were two other girls and then Hunter was seated on the one seater with a girl sitting on his lap. “He's stupid.” Zahn said, drinking from her bottle. She was wearing a vest, showing off her tattoos. Both her arms were covered in red, green and black ink. Most of which were entangled branches and flowers. Zahn had black dread locks, dyed blonde at the edges, the sides of her head was cut low and the dreads were in the middle, like a mohawk. She was African American and light skinned. Both her nostrils were pierced, a ring and a stud. She was prett
He stood back with his hands on his waist, admiring his cleaning skills. The kitchen looked spotless. Clean enough to work as his office for today. He was specefically looking at the marble island. He had to work on changing his second bedroom around, with a little more buying and discarding, it would become the perfect office where he could hold small meetings and handle the organizations money. He then went upstairs to take a shower. He pulled his white plain t-shirt over his head and went to look at himself in his full-body mirror on the wardrobe door. He was begining to lose his packs. He threw his t-shirt on the bed and then went down to do a few push-ups. He did twenty then got up and looked in the mirror again feeling better. He then pulled his shorts off and stepped into the shower. He turned the tap on and cold water came splashing out.“The heck!” He muttered pushing the shower nozzle to the side as he tried to get the right water temperature. When the water was finally hot
“Lastly, a black suit, white shirt, both medium.” Pedro Ceasar passed each of them to Hunter. “And then black formal shoes, size 9…”Hunter took the pair of shoes and made sure of the size. When he looked up, the two men on his right were watching him like they've been doing ever since they walked in here. After a few awkward seconds they each looked away. He knew why they were looking at him. First of all, he wasn't as big built as them. These guys were taller with shoulders that looked hunched because of such big muscles they had. And here he was, looking like an ordinary dude that works out. Hunter use to compare himself with Joe and felt proud because he was bigger built but now standing with these guys, he was far from big built. Pedro Caesar then clapped his hands. Sending a loud echo through the small almost empty office. There was only he's large brown office table, rotating office chair and an opened box on the floor where he'd taken the clothes out of. “Alright, I just need
It was easy for Hunter to put two and two together now. The reason why he couldn't recognize her in the picture Angelo had brought was because she had make up on and she wasn't wearing the blonde curly wig. She looked older with make up on. In the club she wasn't wearing any make up, like now. Just the red lipstick. With the make up, she looked like someone way out of Hunter's league. But natural, she just looked simple, innocent and beautiful. She was wearing dark blue flare jeans and a light blue cropped long sleeved top with white sneakers. Her hair pitch black, curly at the edges and loose. “Lost your voice?” She asked Hunter as if she wasn't too happy with his presence. Hunter looked at the billionaire and then back at Rebecca uncomfortably. “Uh... of cause not. Sorry ma'am... I’m Hunter.”“I know.” She responded curt. “What I really want to know is what you are doing here.” Hunter looked over at the billionaire, anxiety spiking. The billionaire too looked a little anxious. “H
Oh that rosey scent— sly and subtle... Inviting you to draw in closer. Getting closer was like a trap. Some kind of sensual bait. Because once you were up close, you never wanted to step away: Rebecca Holland's perfume. Hunter was kissing her neck while penetrating her as she moaned softly. She had her fingers in her black soft hair which was now messy and smelt of some soft organic shampoo. “Hunter...” She whispered softly, he could feel her breath against his ear. That gave him goosebumps. “Shit... Talk to me... ” He muttered back, he's eyes closed, completely lost in how good it felt being in her. “Say my name again...”“Hunter…” Her voice a little more aggressive now, telling him she wanted it harder. “Harder, yeah?” “Hunter!” She shouted, alarming him.He sprung awake and looked around his room feeling busted.Rebecca Holland was standing at the doorway. She was wearing black formal pants, sneakers and a black cropped top with a small silver chain hanging out. Her hair was in
“Look, I don't think that's a good idea.” Hunter told her as she reached over him to get her sunglasses in the glove compartment. “And why not?” She put her glasses on and pulled down the driving mirror to see how she looked. She titled her head to either side and then closed the mirror. “Because if your father had to find out we went to my place I don't think it would look right.” “We slept together and you're worried about him finding out we took a little drive to your place?” She began adjusing the hight of her seat. Hunter paused, looked forward and then turned to Rebecca. “Okay, none of that sounds right.”“Exactly—” “Yes, exactly why we shouldn't do it.”“Do what? Have sex again or go to your place?” She had a small smile as she looked around trying to see whether she would be able to see into the road. Hunter sighed and then answered. “You know what I mean. My place.”“Relax, I'm the one in charge anyway.” She told him and then began driving. “You won't get in trouble.”Hu
Five o'clock, the time read on the silver rectangular alarm clock. Hunter touched the surface of the clock. It immediately sensed the motion and stopped ringing. Rebecca had set his alarm for six o'clock but he had changed it to an hour earlier. He sat up on his bed and reached down to grab his backpack. He had set everything in line with Rebecca yesterday at his place, now he could start focusing on why he was here. He pulled out his laptop and returned the bag to the floor against his bedside table. It was still attached to the device he had gotten from Four Eyes. He opened his laptop slowly and sections of the mansion came to life. He could see the kitchen. The cooks, chef, cleaners and people washing dishes all looked like a colony of ants, all up early to have breakfast ready by six for Rob Holland and his wife before they left for work. All these people just for breakfast for three? Hunter looked at the hallways of the mansion. Compared to the busy kitchen, the hallways were life
With his hand on the door handle of Rob Holland's office door, Hunter looked down the corrider and then shut his eyes as he turned the door handle. It was open. Hunter stepped in. He left the door ajar. There was no one in the office. He looked around with his eyes for any cameras. There was none. He then looked over at the safe, it's red light on. He saw the keypad, waiting for a combination. All this he did in less than fifteen seconds and without stepping far from the entrance. He then touched the door handle of the office door and as he was about to step out, he came face to face with one of the bodyguards. “What are you doing in Mister Holland's office?” The man, gruff, asked him. “I came to look for sir and realized that he's not in, that's why I'm leaving.” Hunter answered back as casually as he could. “At five in the morning?” The man took a quick glance at his watch. “What's your name again?”“How long have you worked here?” Hunter asked him. “Hey, I'm asking the questions